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No better feeling in the world than when your pet comes to hang out with you 💙

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Hi im back

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L: *slow exhale*… Light, I’ve read the DSM-5. You’re experiencing mania

Light: …

Light’s internal dialogue: Nice try L, but you’ll never keep me from my future as the god of the new world. I am Kira, all powerful, a symbol of justice to the world and I will prevail. I have the Death Note and that is more than you will ever have-

L: Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.

L: HEY, YAGAMI-SAN! Is there a history of Personality disorders such as BPD or perhaps bipolar depression in your family? Because if so, I’d like to recommend that Light be evaluated by a psychologist-

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L/light is the funniest fucking pairing in the world bc it is so embarrassing for both of them like light is gripping the bathroom sink & crying like ‘he’s not even cute i don’t even like all his weird bullshit and cutting remarks and genius deductions and the way he knows me better than myself i’m straight i am straight’ meanwhile L meets a hot guy who is kind of obsessed with him and can keep up with his mind games and he’s just like shrug. he’s PROBABLY a serial killer but literally what else am i doing

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But SIR that's my emotional support unedited 8000+ words of an in-progress fic I can't publish yet because it's not chronological

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*goes through ao3 and the tag on Tumblr* oh so the Death Note fandom is a bit more fucked up than I remembered, actually

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A crackfic, written exactly a year ago for some laughs and for my own comfort, translated and posted under the ungodly influence of @biggestsimpintheuniverse. Enjoy. :-D

OR the one in which Mikami and Misa attempt to bake a birthday cake for Light.

Mikami Teru, the prosecutor deeply respected by many, the uncrowned king of sharply ironed suits, and (by his own admission) the only man Kira truly enjoyed spending his time with, was now on the edge of a nervous breakdown. His black hair pointed at the sky, and his glasses slipped forward on his nose as he stood in the middle of the kitchen in a purple apron, screaming.

"Amane!" the addressee quickly snatched her high heels from Mikami's desk and shouted back.

"Did it explode?"

"It's...certainly doing something. Take a look at it," there was uncertainty in his voice as he stared at the oven, in which the cake was already four times as big as it should have been according to the recipe.

By the time Misa was willing to look into the kitchen, Mikami was already sitting on the floor, in all the flour that he had not yet had the time or emotional strength to clean up.

"It looks bad," she said. Mikami grabbed his hair with both hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down.

"I've put enough baking powder in it," she muttered, then shuddered as the prosecutor started screaming again. "This is Kami's gift! It must not be this..." and then he suddenly fell silent.

"You also put baking powder in it?"

"You told me to help, and I thought you couldn't read the recipe,"

"What made you think I can't read the recipe?" he asked, but then he bought his hand to his glasses. Amane was right, but it doesn't mean that Mikami didn't take it as an insult. Mikami continued to sob while lying on the floor.

"I'll start it over with you, but now you have to do as I say," Misa declared after scraping the dough out of the mold and throwing it in the trash. The prosecutor muttered something.

"We are now preparing the ingredients..." Misa said slowly, reassuringly.

"And the chocolate," Mikami continued as he finally caved in.

"Yes, and the chocolate."

After six hours and a few more unsuccessful attempts, they made something that looked acceptable enough, even for Light's birthday.

After the decoration, Misa freed Mikami from the apron with scissors, which was tied so tightly around his waist that neither of them could untie the knot, everything was finally ready.

"It's very delicious," Light said with a smile as he struggled heroically with the thick layer of chocolate after the second bite. Mikami's eyes gleamed with love, and he plastered his left hand on the mouth of Amane Misa, to keep her from laughing out loud.

Happy (early) Birthday to Light Yagami, aka one of the biggest bastards in 2000's fiction! I love you so much.

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Valentines day doodles

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who are you who am i to you? i am the antichrist to you

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Do you think Misa ever pegged Light

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The idea of Light having a some sort of unreciprocated crush on L is so fucken funny to because that bitch could've pull ANYONE instead he choose that one unkept detective that no one wants and still manage to fumble the goddamn bag

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Lawlight timeloop au where it resets whenever either of them die so it’s just a competition to kill each other before the other can. Like they both gave up on their goals they’re just having fun trying to kill each other. Like at one point Light just beats L to death in front of the task force

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"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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he would not fucking say that but I would